Moonshine
One of Larry's poems, titled "The Streets" placed first in its category at the sixteenth annual Edwin Markham Poetry Society contest in 1963. At the awards ceremony Larry was expected to perform two of his poems, but instead performed a recent composition - Moonshine. This song tells a story based on true events in Larry's family history, whereby his mothers family bathtub was stolen and used as a moonshine still.
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Version 1 is a studio recording, performed with just an acoustic or semi-acoustic guitar. There is a lot of background chatter and noise such as dogs barking during the second verse and again at the end. I've transcribed as much of this as I can figure out!
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lyrics
When the moon shines on the moonshine
On the still upon the hill
You can smell it drifting down through the pines
And the night time is the right time
For the stuff to get enough of
The moonlight to make it taste fine
(Gimme a sip of that Margaret [Spoken])
You can tell it when you smell it (You done had enough [Spoken])
It'll knock you off your feet (I've only had one drink [Spoken])
(Ned Parsons stole my shovel [Spoken]) So you might wanna be sitting down
(Yo baby come 'ere [Spoken])
Get your fill at the still for a wrinkled dollar bill (Get that dawg outta here [Spoken])
(Hand me that copper tubing [Spoken])
Well you can buy it from the good parson Brown (Right in here [Spoken])
(Get collared for that dog [Spoken])
You can buy it from the good parson Brown
(Howdee reverend [Spoken])
(Reverend [Spoken])
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
All the nosy revenuers wanna meet up with the brewers
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm-mm
Brother Bill is at the still and he's hiding in the hills
Where he bottles the brew every day
And uncle Frank is in the holler
Selling two jugs for a dollar
Well who says that crime does not pay (Yea-ay)
Who says that crime doesn't pay
Ah ha
Brother Bill is at the still and he's hiding in the hills
Where he bottles the brew every day
And uncle Frank is in the holler
Selling two jugs for a dollar
Well who says that crime does not pay
Who says that crime does not pay
Well you can tell it when you smell it
It'll knock you off your feet
So you might wanna be sitting down
Get your fill at the still for a wrinkled dollar bill
You can buy it from the good parson Brown
Well you can buy it from the good parson Brown
[All spoken from here to end]:
'At's right
Yee-ha
I know where to get it from
Oh
What you saying' Clint?
All right boys that's enough
Boys, that's enough I say
Come on, I dare ya
Here come the revenuers boys, let's get into the truck and get going
Woo yee-ha
They'll never catch up
Wa ha yoo
On the still upon the hill
You can smell it drifting down through the pines
And the night time is the right time
For the stuff to get enough of
The moonlight to make it taste fine
(Gimme a sip of that Margaret [Spoken])
You can tell it when you smell it (You done had enough [Spoken])
It'll knock you off your feet (I've only had one drink [Spoken])
(Ned Parsons stole my shovel [Spoken]) So you might wanna be sitting down
(Yo baby come 'ere [Spoken])
Get your fill at the still for a wrinkled dollar bill (Get that dawg outta here [Spoken])
(Hand me that copper tubing [Spoken])
Well you can buy it from the good parson Brown (Right in here [Spoken])
(Get collared for that dog [Spoken])
You can buy it from the good parson Brown
(Howdee reverend [Spoken])
(Reverend [Spoken])
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
All the nosy revenuers wanna meet up with the brewers
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm-mm
Brother Bill is at the still and he's hiding in the hills
Where he bottles the brew every day
And uncle Frank is in the holler
Selling two jugs for a dollar
Well who says that crime does not pay (Yea-ay)
Who says that crime doesn't pay
Ah ha
Brother Bill is at the still and he's hiding in the hills
Where he bottles the brew every day
And uncle Frank is in the holler
Selling two jugs for a dollar
Well who says that crime does not pay
Who says that crime does not pay
Well you can tell it when you smell it
It'll knock you off your feet
So you might wanna be sitting down
Get your fill at the still for a wrinkled dollar bill
You can buy it from the good parson Brown
Well you can buy it from the good parson Brown
[All spoken from here to end]:
'At's right
Yee-ha
I know where to get it from
Oh
What you saying' Clint?
All right boys that's enough
Boys, that's enough I say
Come on, I dare ya
Here come the revenuers boys, let's get into the truck and get going
Woo yee-ha
They'll never catch up
Wa ha yoo